“I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. This wasn’t supposed to be about her pleasure, and suddenly, she wondered if Eric was ready for the experience to be over. “Don’t worry about me, Tyler. Do what you need to do.”
“And leave you hanging? Fuck no. What I need is to see you come again. Will you do that for me?”
Eric’s dark gaze snagged hers, probing, raw. His expression tightened—and that kicked her in the gut. What did she say with her lover demanding more and her troubled husband looking on? She blinked, her mind raced. The silent moments stood thick.
Tyler ceased all movement. “I told you earlier, Del, you stop talking, I stop f**king.”
Anguished pleasure ratcheted up inside her, damn near stopping her breath, her heartbeat. She gripped leather from the sofa cushion in her hand and cried out.
“That’s not an answer,” Tyler growled.
“Give him a goddamn answer,” Eric snarled, grabbing her chin. “Can you come again?”
Lie? Don’t lie? Del suspected that each man wanted a different answer. How could she betray Eric? But how could she fail Tyler after all he’d done?
Her husband stared with burning eyes, waiting.
“You’re thinking too hard. Your body wants it bad, angel.” Tyler pressed his c**k deeper in her pu**y. “Tell me the truth.”
She bit her lip to keep her keening cry in, but she failed. “Please.”
Before she finished speaking, Tyler thrust into her again—and lit her up like a city skyline. Eric clenched his fists, his mouth pressing into an angry line. She could feel the fury radiating off of him now.
Tyler paid him no mind and murmured in her ear, “You ever been taken anally?”
Del had pondered it. Some of her friends admitted to loving it. Eric had mentioned it a lot early in their marriage, but she’d always shied away.
Tyler pushed her hair off her damp neck, letting his lips linger just below her ear. “Yes or no, angel.”
“I—I . . .”
He withdrew from her pu**y and plunged two fingers inside her. Purpose driving him, Tyler rubbed a spot against her front wall, just behind her clit that had her eyes bulging and her breath stuttering.
“No wonder you’re burning me up. You have one hot, tight cunt, angel. I could stay here all night.”
“She’s exhausted.” Eric’s voice was low and tight.
Del frowned. Did his objection really have anything to do with her well-being?
Tyler blew Eric off. “Not entirely. I can make her come.”
Could he ever . . .
The thought had barely crossed her mind when he pulled his fingers free. Immediately, he eased those two digits into her untried backside—at the same time he shoved his c**k deep in her clutching, swollen pu**y again.
Nerve endings roared, swirled, gathered, tensed. She held her breath, the world stopping completely, except for her roaring heart. Tyler pulled back, then slammed home again, his fingers in her backside creating sensations she’d never imagined and couldn’t repress. She went off like a fireworks display, all explosions and bright colors behind her eyes. Her body jerked, shuddered. She’d never felt anything so intense.
“You’d like having your ass f**ked,” Tyler murmured silkily in her ear before she’d even caught her breath. “I’d love to give it to you so sweet and slow that you’d cry.”
Del believed he could do that. And, God help her, she wanted it.
“You’re not going anywhere near my wife’s ass.” Eric’s eyes had darkened from annoyance to condemnation. “Are you done yet?”
“Don’t be a prick,” Tyler groused. “With as much shit as she put up with lately from you, she needs this. Don’t you want your woman happy?”
Warmth suffused Del. How had he known how badly she needed to be held and wanted?
Eric’s face simply closed up.